Fuck Fairytales!

Note: I love fairytales.

What the heck am I doing?! It’s not like he’s (BUUu) my boy friend or anything but I’m fuckin’ demanding. I couldn’t even own him. Maybe there’s something that he feels towards me, but still that ain’t enough for me to act like this, or to feel like this. I hate myself!

We make each other happy now. SO WHAT?! That doesn’t guarantee that we’ll be together. Why do I still hang on those fairytale fucker stories, when I know the reality already! I could fall for him maybe, but it doesn’t mean he’ll reciprocate the feeling. Or he could fall for me, and that doesn’t mean I can reciprocate the feeling (well I’m not sure about this!). Falling for him is not so hard, and damn that! He’s like a magnet, and he’s pulling me closer and closer and I’m hypnotized and just can’t stay away. It’s scaring the living daylights out of me, because I know how weak and breakable I can be when it comes to loving someone. Dang it! And now I am talking about love by just talking about him!!!

I guess I should try my best not to be too clingy! C’mon! We still got our own lives! I need to remind myself about that. And Okay, jumping into conclusions of having a happily ever after is an excuse for a hopeless romantic bitch (screw those who started writing fairytales!), but I’m not hopeless romantic or at least not trying to be. I just hate being hopeless! Who loves to be hopeless anyway?

OMIGOSH! I’m just R-O-M-A-N-T-I-C, never ever hopeless!!!

REALLY? says the devil inside my head! Fuck that!


~ by Asian Butterfly on August 13, 2009.

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